I love my cat.
And it has been well documented that he loves me.
Maybe a little bit too much. His love for me borders on obsessive.
He doesn't really accept other men in our domicile.
He kind of glares at them, and more than once I've caught him hiding under the couch,
poised, eyes shining,
paw at the ready to swipe
at a passing ankle.
His favorite thing to do is climb in my lap
when I'm on the computer
and turn around and around
to get my scent all over him
rub his face against mine
and then, as if presenting me with a fine gift
he turns around and
puts his ass in my face
and that, I have to say,
is just freaking gross.
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